Chapter 3

It'd been two years, or seven hundred and thirty days.

In Zwish, inside a heavily guarded mansion by Lake Gerneval, Walter stood before the bulletproof floor-to-ceiling windows. His face was expressionless as he stared at the water.

Two years were enough to let a cowardly soul die and for a demon of vengeance to hone its claws and fangs.

His injuries had long healed.

His bones had mended, tougher than ever.

The brutal rehab and combat training had made him stand tall. Now his body was packed with power.

Zak had gentle, timid eyes, but Walter's gaze was sharp as…